FrozenDeath

Did you poke it with a springy nib?

It's a very informal thing, if you feel up to dropping in that's great. If not, no pressure. Hope you feel better soon.

You can see recording of the broadcast on that page after it's over. The only problem with watching it after the fact is that you can't read the chat, so sometimes I'm responding to questions or comments that you can't see on the recording.

My idea is very lighthearted cheesecake, but it does involve violence in the form of one or more beat up thugs in the scene. I would think that a superhero themed pinup would allow for indication that the hero or heroine has been fighting crime, but I guess its prudent to ask.

Hola,
Just a reminder that I'm doing a livestream tonight at 10:15 pm EST.
www.livestream.com/bwbabble

At some point I made a line on the face by accident. I thought it looked interesting so I left it. Still haven't decided whether I'll leave it in for the final version or not.

Lol dammit you're setting the bar that high and it isn't even February yet!

It's on my DA page as well, but here's an update of the piece that came out of the last livestream I did:

It will be happening tomorrow at 10:15 EST. I'm trying to do one every week at the same time as long as there isn't a holiday or something.

I think it's the implied tribadism, which in the urban dictionary introduced me to the hilarious phrase "clamjousting" LOL.

That's the linework based on my sketch from the last livestream. On Thursday I think I'm going to do another sketch session to see if anything interesting develops.

Nice one GG. You're collection has been quietly expanding like some kind of stealthy art blob.

Base of Operations


"Dude...."
"Aw come on. It'll just take you a couple minutes. No big deal." Mogo laughed and stroked his goatee, his eyes sparkling as he looked over the massive heap of waste.

The hero known as Salamander gaped at the dumpster overflowing with bags of rotting filth that spilled out around it like a noxious moat. He nudged some of the garbage at the edge with his foot, pinching his nose at the stench that wafted up as the environment was disturbed.

"Why do you have to get in there? There are lots of abandoned buildings in this area, you could set up shop in any one of them."
"Would you crawl in that dumpster?"
"Hell no."
"That's why. Nobody will disturb me in there. My illusion will guarantee that it continues to look and smell this way even after we've cleaned it up. Then when I'm done with my stakeout--the thing will actually be clean and emptied out. There are people living in this area that have had their trash removal discontinued for a while now. It's a small gesture we can do to help them as well..."
"Oh alright."

Salamander pulled his thick blast goggles down over his eyes and then rubbed the palms of his rubbery green gauntlets together producing a bright orange flame. He thrust his hands forward and a jet of fire washed over the surface of the dumpster, the bags of trash sizzling and erupting. His whole body began to glow with heat as thick gusts of acrid smoke swirled around him, nearly concealing him at times. Mogo placed his tophat upside down on the ground and tapped the rim with a long black wand. The soot and fumes swirled and twisted in the air like a small tornado, then were sucked inside.

After five minutes of effort, Salamander had the dumpster glowing a faint orange color. The ground around it was cleared of refuse, pristine save for a very fine layer of ash. He turned and moved away, and the dumpster began to fade again to its original color.

"Don't even think of touching it right now. It's still gonna have to cool for a bit."
"Okie dokie. Thank you my good man!"
"You magical types are real weirdos. How about next time you call me when there's actually something to fight?"
"Oh..right. I forgot..." Mogo reached inside his hat and pulled out a roll of material, tossing it to the ground. It unfurled into a life-size paper skeleton that started waving its arms around and bouncing bow-leggedly through the alley. "There you go. Better stop it before it gives someone a nasty cut!"
"Ha ha ha you ***." Salamander turned and launched himself through the air, bouncing off the roof across the street and leaping out of sight.

--

Mogo kept the far wall of the dumpster glowing for heat and light. He laid a street map of the area on the ground in from of him, then placed a large piece of transparent vellum over the top. After roughly half an hour of meticulously tracing on the surface with an ink pen, he lifted the vellum up and began shredding it into tiny pieces of confetti. He gathered all the bits into his hands and chanted over them, then dropped them back on to the map where they realigned themselves to recreate the drawing.

"Very good. Now take a look outside. See if anything unusual is happening in the neighborhood."

The small bits of paper launched themselves into the air. They floated out of the dumpster where they were taken away by the wind currents outside. On the original map, faint lines of discoloration began to appear marking their progress. Mogo leaned back against the wall of the dumpster. He removed some foodstuffs from the inside pockets of his coat: bread, cheese, a knife, some small plates, a bottle of wine. He lit a small candle for additional light and produced a newspaper from his hat. He looked over the front page. "The excitement never ends."


Three hours later, Mogo checked the map. It was now completely discolored, both with markings from the position of the scraps of paper and darker lines that represented vectors of motion. People that had been observed moving through the area. A few blocks away from his position there was a cluster of lines. He waved his hand over it and the marks lit up, forming a glowing elliptical shape. The magician closed his eyes, concentrating while he spoke.

"Yea, it's strange. Someone lingering there for at least two and a half hours. But not begging? A drug dealer? no? Not a prostitute either.. Ok. Well keep up the observation, I'll go check this one out.

Many of the tops in the cc are very similar to tops seen in comics. JK's position was that it was similar to ones in coh, but that similarity isn't sufficient to place it concretely in the coh universe--there have been lots of costumes like that in other places. If I saw this in someone's gallery with no comments, I would not assume that it was a cox character. It may not even occur to me that the image was in any way related to cox.

I'd prefer to know the next theme asap.

If anyone checked out my livestream from the other night, I've updated the sketch that I had at the end of the livestream and made it into a herricane pic. It's up in my DA gallery.

Happy BDay!

Last night, after doing the livestream, I discovered that my membership to Girls-Girls-Girls, the club for "girls who like to draw sexy girls", had been revoked.

Golem


"Tommy are you familiar with the expression zero tolerance?"
The boy scratched his head and bowed his head in thought for a moment. "Yes. That's like when you do something bad and you get in a lot of trouble right away. Like the most trouble you can get into..."
"That's right. Like the bad people that threatened to hurt you. If they show up here, they're gonna face maximum punishment right away..."

Patti grunted. "That's EXACTLY what I want. Anyone that comes after my boy is gonna get what's coming to them. Even if I have to do it myself I will."

Mogo looked at them both. "Well we need to be on the same page here guys. This is not something you can talk about with your school friends...or your police friends. Or even other super heroes that might show up here some time. Like the people I work for. This is our secret. Just the three of us ok?"

Patti nodded. "Gotcha."
"Yes sir! I understand it's a super secret." Tommy's eyes widened with excitement.
"Ok then. Another thing is, um..try not to have guests over until this problem is resolved. We don't want any accidents. If somebody does have to come in, keep them down stairs and one of you stay with them at all times."
"Why Mister Mogo? What's the problem?"

Mogo glanced around the room. "Tommy we're gonna do a trade. I want you to get me your best robot. The coolest, strongest one."

The boy slid off the bed and went to a small table that had an assortment of action figures posed on the top. He returned with a boxy, vintage looking robot with claw gripper hands and chrome antennae on the top of its shiny red tin head.

"This one."
Mogo removed his top hat, turned it over and held it out to the boy. "Drop him in." Tommy dropped the toy inside and listend for the sound of it hitting the bottom, his eyes widening when that sound never came.

"Now reach inside, pull something out, and place it on the bed." Tommy pulled out a flat, black square--about the same size as a compact disc jewel case. He set it down next to Mogo, who murmered an incantation quietly and passed his open palm over the top of the shape.

"Ok, now I need you both to touch this at the same time. I'm going to count down from three. When I say zero, I want you both to touch it with your index fingers. Ok? Ready? Three...two...one...zero."
"Ahhh!
"WOO geeze!"

Large arcs of static electricity licked their fingers as they touched the object. Mogo laughed and directed Tommy to place the thing on the middle of the floor. Suddenly it started expanding, silently shifting through the air like a shadow. It grew bigger and blockier--a torso, arms, and a big square head forming over two rectangular legs that had tank style treads for feet. Blue lightning flashed in its glass eyes as it crashed its claw hands together and began turning back and forth surveying its environment. Suddenly it darted through the doorway and started speeding down the hall.

"What's it doing?"
"A perimeter sweep. It's learning the layout of the residence it's tasked to guard."
"Cool! Can I watch?"
"Yes Tommy. But be careful, it can be a bit clumsy sometimes. Don't try to ride it and don't tell it to handle anything that's delicate and could break easily."
"Ok!" The boy left the room and ran down the hall in pursuit of the robot.

Patti rubbed her hip and looked at Mogo. "Is it dangerous?"
"To you guys...no. If anyone breaks into the house it will kill them. It won't ask questions. It will just kill until the threat is removed. I've only used it once before."
"Ok, I understand."
"It can also help you a bit. Do some simple tasks like heavy lifting if you need help. Just don't try to take it outside, that will confuse it and maybe dismiss it altogether."
"I see."

Mogo replaced the hat on his head and rose from the edge of the bed.

"Just a couple questions before I head out. Is there anything strange about this neighborhood? Like haunted houses...scarey old men...strange lights? Even any myths about stuff like that. Stuff that kids like Tommy would tell each other to freak each other out."
"Mmmm not really anything spooky like that. Um there is one odd thing though. Back several years ago there was a lot more gang activity happening right around here. They used to have fights--like when they'd duel each other to settle disputes and sometimes initiations. There was a courtyard that didn't open on to the street. You could only reach it through a couple narrow alleys that led in to it. They called it 'the stick up' or 'the knife-fightin place'. The kids that live around here talk about it."

"Is there more to it than that?"
"Well sort of. That Blue Steel fellow came into this area with a group of his men and cleared out the gangs. The locals went back there periodically to check and see if any were coming back to the territory. The thing is...we couldn't find it. Nobody could find it. It just wasn't where anybody remembered it had been."
"Hmmm. Interesting. And you don't think somebody maybe just put a new building in or something? Somehow changed the geography?"
"No. There hasn't been any new construction in that part of town for a long time."
"I see. Well I'll be on my way then."

He handed over a slip of paper with a telephone number. "I'll be in touch, but call that number if there's an emergency."
"Thank you."

lol

Thanks guys!

Hey guys,

Just a reminder that I'll be doing a liverstream in a little over three hours from now. Hope to see some people there.